If I were you and you were me those voices they would cease to be They won’t be free to torment me again But in my bed again last night, those voices spoke of wrong and right They spoke of darkness and of light They spoke of weakness and of might The spoke of people in the snow And distant places long ago The spoke of fire and falling rain Of health and wealth and death and pain

Nah….

Sweet voices calling wild , echoing around this child Sweet Faith I’ll be joining you , when my story’s over

If I were you and you were me those voices they would cease to be They won’t be free to torment me again But in my bed again last night those voices spoke of wrong and right They spoke of darkness and of light They spoke of weakness and of might They spoke of people in the snow And distant places long ago They spoke of fire and falling rain Of health and wealth and death and pain

They spoke of people in the snow And distant places long ago They spoke of fire and falling rain Of health and wealth and death and pain